Michael: So, this is the magic trick, huh? Gob: Illusion, Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money.
[Michael points to the young children overhearing their conversation.] Gob: Or candy!
Michael: Well I'm sorry, it's just, it's too late. I'm moving to Phoenix. I got a job.
[The rest of the family is speechless] Michael: It's something you apply for, and they pay you to ah--Nevermind, I don't want to ruin the surprise.
